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by rittyrich

When the trip was initially planned, it was to be for a cousin’s wedding in Columbus, GA followed by a week in Kiawah Island, SC to lie around on the beach or take jaunts into Charleston to explore the old city. Four, well, five golf courses later, it became as much about the golf and what I reaped from those 72 played holes… 90 if you count the 18 I played in my head.

COURSE 1(A) – Green Island Country Club – Columbus, GA

The trip began in Columbus, Georgia, the home of my favorite golf course, largely for sentimental reasons, at the Green Island Country Club. My grandfather Joe – general socialite, former club champion, and preeminent scotch drinker (the saying goes that Joe could beat Tiger Woods on Tiger’s best day, if only Tiger drank as much scotch as Joe before and during the round) – has been a member for several decades. Read the rest of this entry »

by From the Tips

Adams: The Hybrid God

As the final P&M piece to The British (suck it, Euros!) Open Lost Bet Poetry trilogy – albeit an extremely tardy one – I bring to you my personal lover, the hybrid club. Now before I pull the words straight from the sticky pages of my diary, I want to set the mood saying I write this in the same year that I’ve had to put down my dog, watched my handicap climb, and ended a 2-year long relationship with my girlfriend. In related news, I’m prep’d for poetry.

by rittyrich

by TheRealAC

Since my BRITISH Open pick of Louis Oosthuizen blew up in my face, my penance was to write a love poem to my old buddy Lee Westwood. For those of you who don’t know, I despise Lee Westwood. I actually have much respect for his game and what he’s accomplished, but there is just something about him that makes me want to punch him in his suck hole. So here it goes. It probably sucks as bad as you do, Lee, on Sunday at a Major. Read the rest of this entry »

by rittyrich

The rest of us lost a British Open bet to Spencer096, whose victory gave him the right to assign us a writing project. My punishment was to write a favorable poem to Stephanie Wei, our favorite blogger. Other than the qualification that I write a “love poem,” there were no other stipulations. Meaning there was no reason I should spend more than five minutes on this piece of art or actually make it any good As if that was possible given the limited talent of the writer and the, uhhh, subject matter. So, fair reader(s), I apologize for this: Read the rest of this entry »

by spencer096

As a high-level music snob, you best believe I choose what music I listen to before a round carefully and I’m willing to bet you’ve never consciously considered what kind of effect this can have on your game.

While I’m certainly not suggesting that what you listen to before you play is going to all of the sudden turn you into a scratch golfer, but at the same time, ever since I started thinking about it I have noticed some stuff that’s made some kind of impact, and whether or not it’s complete bullshit, hey, it’s better to think about something like this than read some bullshit Golf Digest tips article…because those things are the worst, Jerry. The worst. Read the rest of this entry »

by spencer096

Q. Given the difficulty of the golf course and the cast of legends that have won here, do you think it’s less likely that we’ll see an outsider coming from the pack to win?

TIGER WOODS: You know, you probably can’t say that given the fact that over the past, what, five years or so, four or five years, that we’ve had first-time winners at virtually every single Major. The fields are so deep now and the margin between the first player and the last player in the field is not that big anymore; it’s very small. I think that’s one of the reasons why you’re seeing so many first-time winners. Also the equipment has changed quite a bit over the years. The equipment, it’s so precise now. This allows guys to basically stack up. When you get that combined with better, more athletic players, you’re going to get guys who are winning for the first time.

You can rationalize to your heart’s content, but at the end of the day, it’s still not fair. You can say you just want to enjoy the game or you want to make it easier or can take a mulligan, but that doesn’t change the fact that golf, REAL golf, couldn’t give less of a shit. It’s the honey badger of sports…it doesn’t care about your teammates or the refs or the home-field advantage or what scheme you’re a part of because the only thing that matters, the ONE core ethos of golf above all other things, is that the player with superior skills, firstly tangible and secondly intangible, will win. Read the rest of this entry »

by rittyrich

There are few feelings achieved on the golf course that result in a purer state of euphoria than the immediate relief felt when the golf club releases from the finger tips, whether thrown one-handed in a side-arm fashion, or overhand like a tomahawk, or under-handed and straight into the air after a poorly executed shot. From frustration to brief, intense joy. From anger to happiness. From zero control to perfect control.

by From the Tips

Scene: I wake up to some random fucking pre-programmed iphone sound blasting in my ear at between 8-9am on Saturday morning; quickly realizing I’m laying diagonally across my bed with most, if not all, of the sheets kicked off the end. In a brief second I smash the incredibly difficult to find snooze button on my phone with the one arm not completely numb from laying under my near lifeless body for the last four hours, thinking it must be another workday. As I begin to doze off deep into my fantasy involving the perfect sandwich, Kate Beckinsale, and the Redskins winning a SuperBowl, I quickly realize that alarm was intended for golf, not work.